If the Dress Fits

Finally done the genderbend!Tim/Kon fic, where Tim is Theresa Drake (Tessa for short) and Kon is Kay-el. More details about this random idea can be found here.

I’m actually not sure if I pulled this off right, but I hope you enjoy it regardless lol~

Tessa Drake sat at the bar with her legs crossed neatly over the other and her perfectly-trimmed nails drumming along the counter. She wore a dark, royal-blue dress that frayed and stopped an inch above her knees; it was a little short for her liking, but Rachel had insisted that showing some leg had never hurt anybody.

She still refused to leave without a sweater though and threw one on on the way out, along with a pair of pointed black-heels she had finally perfected walking in.

It was a nice place flitted with cozy, round tables and dim lights hanging on the ceiling. The people were nicely dressed too. It was a lovely scene, maybe even a little romantic if she’d say so herself.

Tessa fiddled with her drink and then glanced at the door. More people she did not know continued to file in, but they weren’t whom she was looking for.

Tessa glanced at her watch, saw another minute had gone by and almost sighed.

“Hey,” said a sudden voice.

It sounded distinctly masculine, and it instantly made Tessa weary. She turned around and met a pair of brown eyes. He was a tall, rather handsome man and he had taken the empty seat next to her, and much like her, he seemed too young to be in a bar (she doubted he had the same social connections as her, so he likely had a fake I.D stashed somewhere on his person), but that wasn’t what the problem was anyway.

The problem was the way he was looking at her. He had obviously taken an interest in her—what, with the way his eyes had traveled from her face, to the small swell of her bust (which she swiftly tugged her sweater over), and then down to her legs, where they stopped once to stare a minute longer before finally meeting her gaze again.

Yes, this was definitely going to be a problem, she thought and tried to yank her dress down to show less skin.

“You alone?” he said, smiling easily.

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” said Tessa shortly, hoping the guy would take the hint.

“He doesn’t seem to be here yet,” said the man before Tessa could say anything else. “Here, let me get you a drink?”

“That won’t be necessary,” she protested.

“No, no, I insist,” he said and signaled the bartender for a couple glass.

Tessa did her best not to scowl. She supposed sending him a roundhouse kick wouldn’t make much of a difference either.

Well… regardless, she wasn’t allowed to hurt civilians (in or out of her Robin costume), no matter how tempting it was or how ridiculously and annoyingly persistent they were. And it was clear this man was trying to get into her pants; he was either just blind or stupid (or both) to her blatant signs that said she wasn’t interested and would not be indulging his advances.

The bartender slid half a glass of vodka in her direction and another to the man, who held it out to her in evident indication of a toast. Because Tessa’s manners over-ruled her, she did the same, albeit reluctantly and without any measure of her usual finesse (something that would undoubtedly shock Alfred if he ever witnessed this).

“Here’s to us,” he said, grinning, and the line was just so corny Tessa could have rolled her eyes. Still, she humored him and clinked their glasses together. However, as soon as he took a drink, Tessa didn’t bother to take a single sip from hers.

When he finished, he leaned into her space and she could smell the liquor and the scent of smoke in his breath. Instinctively, she leaned away.

“How about we get out of here?” he said quietly, touching her wrist, the sudden contact making her skin crawl in the most repulsive way. His hand traveled further up her arm. “I could take you somewhere… nice and we could—”

Tessa snatched her arm away and stood up, feeling furious and fed up. “Sorry to break it to you, but I have no intention of going anywhere with you,” she said coldly as the guy blinked at her in both surprise and confusion. “Now let me spell this out for you in a way that even you’ll understand: I’m. Not. Interested. So take the hint and leave me alone. And if you dare touch me again, I’ll shove my heel so far up your ass you’ll—”

“Hey, babe, sorry I’m late,” said a familiar voice by her ear. She felt a hand touch her back and slowly trail to her waist, where it settled there casually, as if by habit.

Tessa glanced over her shoulder. “Kay,” she said, unable to hide her relief. “You’re here.”

Kay was tall—much taller than any other girls their age. She wore a plain dark shirt that hiked up several inches above her waist, exposing a firm, toned belly, and a pair of tight blue jeans that did nothing to hide the curves or how defined her legs were. She was nicely tanned from her days spent at the farm; her long, black hair tied in a high ponytail at the back of her head; her bangs fell like a curtain over sharp, blue eyes.

Eyes that were momentarily looking at the man with something akin to unfriendliness. The hand at Tessa’s hip squeezed tighter, and there was a distinctive, possessive quality to it than what Tessa was used to.

“And you are?” said Kay stiffly, making sure to keep herself directly in between Tessa and the man.

“Leaving,” the man said sourly, turning the way he came.

Kay frowned. “What was that all about?” she asked, pointing at him.

Tessa shrugged, the least bit concerned. “C’mon,” she said, taking Kay by the hand. “Let’s just get out of here.”

As soon as they were outside and alone, Tessa dropped her hand and faced her. “I can’t believe you made me wait for an hour,” she accused, crossing her arms.

“Aw, shit… I know, Tess,” said Kay, looking rightfully contrite. “I’m sorry.”

“What were you doing?” said Tessa with a frown. “You know we were meeting here tonight so why didn’t you—”

“I know, I know,” said Kay, grabbing Tessa by the hips and dropping her head on her shoulder. Considering how much taller Kay was compared to her, it looked a little uncomfortable but Kay either didn’t mind or didn’t care and just held Tessa closer; Tessa could feel puffs of Kay’s breath against her neck, making her feel warm. “Look, I don’t have a good excuse for being late, and it’s really, really stupid to be honest, but when you said you wanted to go out tonight—just the two of us… I… well, I freaked because I realized that this was a date. Our first date.”

Tessa blinked. “Yes… and?” she said, still not getting the picture.

“And,” Kay added, pushing closer as if to hide her embarrassment (people were starting to stop and stare at them, but Tessa could care less what they thought), “I just felt like everything in my closet didn’t seem right to wear.” She sighed and Tessa could picture her pouting. “Like I said, it was a stupid reason to be late. But I just wanted to impress you, that’s all…”

Tessa felt herself beginning to smile. That was just something Kay was so good at doing. She couldn’t stay angry with her for very long.

She slid her arms around Kay’s shoulders, weaving her fingers through her long, dark hair. “I wore this stupid dress to impress you too,” she admitted and was rewarded by the press of lips along her collarbone.

“Did you now?” Kay murmured, but Tessa could feel the smile on her neck.

“Yes,” said Tessa. “And these heels! They’re horrible! You know how long it took me to be able to walk in these?”

Kay chuckled as she stood straighter, keeping her arms around Tessa. She gave her a once over, her deep blue eyes traveling up an down Tessa’s body in unabashed appreciation, however, unlike the man from earlier, Kay’s wandering gaze made something in Tessa’s belly spark to life with heat and desire.

“You look hot though, babe,” said Kay, and the hunger and lust in her expression only made the heat in Tessa’s insides coil tighter.

Tessa tippy-toed so she could encircle her arms around Kay’s neck. “So do you,” she said coyly.

Kay met her halfway for a light kiss. And then another and another and another because neither of them could resist.

“Let me make it up to you,” said Kay, slinging an arm over Tessa’s shoulder and leading her along the streets. “How’s dinner and movie sound to you?”

“Sounds good to me,” said Tessa.

“Then maybe afterward,” said Kay suggestively, who leaned into whisper in her ear, “we can see just how good that dress looks off of you as it does on you. What do you say?”

Tessa intertwined their fingers together and smiled.

“I can’t wait.”